"Oh oh! A crime scene! All of you, stand up straight! Now you are all suspects!"
M870 appeared out of nowhere, smiling as she stood behind M500 and Super-Shorty.
"M870! When did you come over? And are you feeling better now?"
Super-Shorty, startled by M870's sudden voice, turned around to look at her. M870's face no longer grim, making Super-Shorty sighed in relief.
"When you guys were passing the elevator entrance, I was just coming over to the cargo bay to take a look around. But I didn't expect to see this. What happened here? Who's stuck in that seat?"
M870 shrugged. Although she initially had trouble figuring it out, she soon realized that her neural core was already damaged during her time in Griffin, rendering it almost useless..
"So although I need to join Renault's team, at least I get to keep my life. What else can I say?"
Both of them gazed at the masterpiece at the ceiling of the gunship, still baffled on who was stuck on it.
"Looking at the style of clothing... I can't tell yet. Commander Renault's dolls have long since stopped wearing the original prescribed clothing for Griffin dolls," M500 scratched her head and said. She couldn't recognize who this was.
"It's Simonov," the Ripper who had picked up the vacuum cleaner she had dropped spoke at that moment.
Although she had not watched Simonov enter the hangar, she was not a newcomer. Among the dolls in Commander Renault's household, the only ones able to pilot a gunship were Simonov, SPAS-12, and UMP45.
UMP45 was resting in her dormitory, and SPAS-12 was definitely eating in the dining area at this moment, so the only one who could appear here was Simonov.
And you could tell by looking at the body type.
SPAS-12 was a bit more rounded, while the doll in front of her, stuck on top of the gunship along with the driver's seat, looked a bit thinner.
"Stop analyzing and get me down! I can't even use my strength in this position!"
It didn't take long for the Ripper's words to fall before Simonov screamed out loudly.
This Ripper! Although she didn't directly speak out, talking on a doll's public communication channel made it obvious who she was!
What exactly was there to brag about in this matter!
Hearing Simonov's annoyed growl, the M500 and M870 members immediately looked at each other in dismay, not expecting this at all.
Although they were somewhat surprised by the active level of thinking of the Rippers on Renault's side, this Simonov who could clearly speak and use the doll's communication channel, kept getting stuck without moving.
"Wait--! I'm -! Here--!"
Just as a few people were puzzled, a hefty shout resounded directly from the direction of the hangar's entrance!
"Hurry! Hurry up! Pull me up!?"
As soon as she heard this voice, Simonov instantly stopped pretending to be dead. Her entire body suddenly struggled frantically as if she had a stroke, attempting to escape from this 'cage' she had made with her own hands!
However, the Ripper had no intention of rushing forward. She knew the weight of the dolls under Renault's command. These dolls did not pay attention to the floor and other things that she, as a Ripper, would have to help repair.
Don't look at Simonov's small movements. If rashly approached, getting a kick from her could be fatal.
As fo M500's team, they didn't know what to do. They wanted to help over, but when they saw the Ripper waving her hand frantically, they stopped their movements.
A few seconds passed, MDR, who had just entered the hangar, rushed into the middle of the gunship's cabin, her cell phone held high in her hand.
"Never miss a precious moment of excitement! This is the creed of my human life, ahem, doll life! Ahahahahaha! Simonov! Congratulations! You're the second doll since G36 to test the sturdiness of the roof with your head!"
CLICK! Click!
First, there was a series of continuous shots, and then MDR came right up to Simonov's feet and took thorough pictures of Simonov's embarrassing behavior from all angles.
"Damn it, MDR, why did you come so fast? It's only been a few minutes!" Hearing the sound of MDR's cell phone, Simonov shouted in a somewhat devastated manner.
She hadn't struggled hard because she was worried about breaking some of the pipelines on top of the gunboat with her movements, and she was worried about making too much noise and attracting MDR!
Now it's all ruined! Blame that Ripper! Reason all you want, but why repeat it on the public communication channel!
"Heh heh! You don't know, but I'm a close strategic partner with the Rippers at home! What a pleasant surprise! I thought M3's pictures this time would be enough to stock up for several days, but I didn't realize that you, Simonov, would take such good care of my business! Thank you so much!"
MDR said as she fumbled for a selfie stick, fixed her cell phone on it, and pulled the Ripper beside her. The two took a selfie together using Simonov's hanging bacon look as a background.
"Nice working together!" After the photo was taken, they reached out and shook hands together. MDR even fished out a handful of bills from her pocket and handed them to the Ripper without pointing them out.
Click!
Just what MDR didn't expect was that at the same time she handed over the money, a crisp shutter sound also sounded directly beside her.
"Well, I'll make a post, too, and the title will be 'The Unknown Deal Between MDR and the Ripper.'"
Hearing this, MDR turned her head in a daze, and with a glance, she saw that M870 was writing something on her cell phone.
As M870 pressed the send button, MDR's cell phone vibrated, notifying her of a new post on the anonymous page.
Hmm? Hmmmmmmmmmmm?
"Ahahahahahaha! I can't believe it, MDR! You have a day when you're photographed as posting fodder! Ahahahahaha!" Hearing M870's words, Simonov lifted her calves in joy.
However, probably because the movement was too large, Simonov's toe kicked directly towards a display in front of the cockpit.
Snap!
Quiet.
"That... me, I think I kicked something? Right?" Hearing the shattering sound, Simonov stiffened.
Click-click-click!
No one responded to Simonov.
Instead, there was a succession of shutter sounds, accompanied by MDR's somewhat depressed chanting.
"Recording, recording, recording, this is important evidence that Simonov damaged the gunship."